Claud Stuart left and the enormous office became empty in an instant, filled with loneliness.
Blake Fuller sat in the office chair, raised his hand to loosen his collar, and unbuttoned two buttons, revealing his sexy Adam's apple.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"
Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang.
He picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and with his distinctively knuckled fingers, swiped the screen to answer the video call.
"Hello."
The voice that came out was magnetically hoarse.
"Son,"
On the phone screen appeared Mrs. Fuller's well-maintained face, barely showing any wrinkles.
At this moment, that face was filled with curiosity, and there was an uncontrollable excitement bubbling in her eyes.
"Son, I have to ask, is your future wife pregnant? Good for you, looks like my wish to hold my grandson is about to come true."
